Ashen Dragon

"Demons? Taste the power of Holy Light!"

Mantou's index finger lightly tapped on the firing button, and bombs from the Bipedal Wyvern's belly fell like rain, issuing a piercing scream in the high sky.

These bombs were the Empire's latest production, the "Holy Funeral," with their metallic surfaces engraved with runes from Heaven, immensely powerful against fiendish creatures.

"Boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

A series of explosions resounded, and dazzling spheres of light blossomed among the Demon Group, each incinerating a dozen demons to ashes, completely annihilating them.

Mantou looked down at the scorched earth he created, observing the refreshed reward information on the panel, laughing aloud: "Hahaha, these bombs I bought with dozens of Gold Coins are indeed powerful."

"Be careful, demons are approaching your direction."

At that moment, Singo's reminder came through the earpiece, alongside a hissing static, likely caused by the interference of the Chaotic Power from The Abyss with their communication.

"Hmph, can they catch up to me? Wait a minute, this damn—"

Mantou looked up, only to see hundreds of Frosthorn Demons, like vultures, flapping their wings with harsh croaks, spreading swiftly like dense dark clouds.

"Where did so many demons come from?"

The airspace ahead was already occupied by these demons. Mantou gripped the control stick, twisting it to the right, and forcefully stomped the rudder with his forefoot.

"Screech—"

The sound of air tearing apart erupted as the Bipedal Wyvern spread its wings, making a sharp turn to the right, with its thrusters spewing out dazzling flames, maximizing its speed.

However, soon another wave of Frosthorn Demons came head-on, occupying most of the sky, surrounding Mantou and the other Wyvern Knights.

A Red Scale Conqueror attempted to ascend, only to plunge into the Demon Group, torn apart by the Frosthorn Demons, with entrails and chunks of flesh falling from high above, being frantically fought over by the greedy creatures until only pecked-clean bones remained.

"This fierce?"

Mantou watched in shock, abandoning the idea of forcefully breaking through the encirclement, pressing the trigger, and continuously shooting with the machine guns mounted on the back of the Bipedal Wyvern.

"Die for me!"

"Ratatatatata—"

Bullets poured out, causing the struck Frosthorn Demons to wail, with patches of black feathers falling.

But even as the gun barrel heated up, the cloud-like dense Demon Group had not decreased in the slightest; instead, their numbers seemed to increase.

"Gah—"

These demons stretched their necks, emitting harsh bird calls.

Then, accompanied by chaotic chanting, they wielded sharp claws, whipping their ragged wings, circling the Wyvern Knights as if dancing a wild dance.

"This is..."

Watching the eerie dance and hearing the cacophonous chanting, Mantou only felt a splitting headache, his vision gradually blurring, involuntarily pressing his temples.

"Mantou! Snap out of it! Quickly close your eyes, block your ears, otherwise, you'll crash!"

Hearing the familiar shout in his ears, Mantou startled awake, hurriedly using earplugs to block his ears, preventing the chant from invading his mind.

At the same time, he turned his head away, refusing to look at the writhing bodies and bizarre dance of the Frosthorn Demons.

Glancing sideways, Mantou saw several Wyvern Knights, like him previously, dizzy and falling from the dragon's back, instantly torn into white bones by the Demon Group.

He broke into a cold sweat, fear lingering as he typed to ask: "What the hell is this?"

Singo's reply appeared on the panel: "Dance of Destruction, triggered when more than twelve Frosthorn Demons gather in a circle, capable of completely destroying the enemy's mind."

"So what do we do? We're already trapped."

"Trust me, follow me later, I can lead you out of the encirclement, perfect to try my new ability."

"Alright."

"Now, three o'clock direction, charge with me!"

Singo shouted forcefully, his Bipedal Wyvern's throat spewing a blinding light, releasing the Holy Energy of the Sun.

"Boom—"

A thick beam of light pierced through the sky, instantly incinerating several Frosthorn Demons ahead, creating a massive gap in the tight encirclement formed by countless demons.

"Hurry, there's not much time!"

Singo controlled his wyvern to retract its wings, shooting like an arrow into the gap created by the beam of light.

Mantou and the remaining Red Scale Conquerors followed swiftly, dashing into the gap at extreme speed, with Frosthorn Demons howling and surging after them.

But Singo's Bipedal Wyvern radiated dazzling brilliance, causing all approaching Frosthorn Demons to emit a sizzling sound as their flesh was roasted, giving off thick black smoke, their wails of pain rendering them unable to approach.

Yet despite facing the searing pain of the sunlight, the Frosthorn Demons continued to rush forward, gathering densely around the Wyvern Knights.

"Kill them!"

"I'll tear these humans apart!"

Mantou even caught the burnt, charred scent of demon flesh and that distinctive foul, rotten odor.

Accelerate, accelerate at any cost! Mantou pressed the acceleration button, with four steel pipes behind him spewing brilliant flames, generating immense thrust, the wings slicing through the air with a crisp sound.

At the last moment of the Frosthorn Demons' surge, the Wyvern Knights broke through the encirclement, soaring through the sky trailing flames.

"You won't escape!"

"After them!"

The Frosthorn Demons remained relentless, flapping their wings chaotically like a surging tide, rushing toward Mantou in the high sky.